Michello POV
Call number one on my list.
Call Maria. Get her to leave for safety.
'Hello.' Maria's soft voice answered the phone; it sounded like she had been crying; maybe she had already heard about Horandeze, or maybe because he had not returned home yet, it left her worrying.
'Red Alert, Red Alert. Critical condition. Return to base.' I said to Maria in a calm voice. She knew what that meant. Our situation here was volatile, and she had to return to the yacht immediately. Horandeze was down, and being called critical meant he was not coming home. We all lived on the edge of our seats in this line of work, the unpredictability of it all a constant source of suspense. Horandeze has lived a charmed life, and Maria should count her blessings that she had him for as long as she has.
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